Who's My Daddy? | By : BlackGargie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4 |
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A/N: Alright, now that you’ve all fallen off your chairs
after finding out the possible fathers and the real father of Harry’s child. Now
read on to see if the rest of Harry’s friends are able to save him and his son
from the evil iron fists of Lord Voldemort!
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, but I do want to own Severus
Snape! Ngee hee hee~! >:)
WHO’S
MY DADDY?
“This is bloody hell outrageous! Why
did Harry run out on us again?”
“Maybe because he couldn’t stand
looking at your carrot top or your weasel looks.”
“How dare you say
that to my fiancé?! Aren’t you even the slightest bit worried about
where Harry might have gone to?!”
The older men watched a little in
amusement at the three young adults as they bickered and argued with each other
like school children in Dumbledore’s office. The entire St. Mungo
was in an uproar when they found out their VIP patient had disappeared yet
again. Reporters from all newspaper and tabloid magazine companies,
including The Quibbler and Daily Prophet, were there asking dozens of questions
as to where Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived might have gone to. The hospital
staff went all over the building, searching high and low in vain for Harry. Winnie
took the blow rather seriously. In tears, she kept blaming herself for not
watching over Harry more closely. She kept saying that she should’ve noticed
signs of Harry wanting to leave and was babbling about him not supposed to move
when his female parts have not fully recovered and disappeared. Albus Dumbledore had to hold her tightly and assured her
over and over again that Harry would be alright and that he would do everything
in his power to find Harry. The world cannot afford to lose him again now that
he’s back.
“What are the chances of him going
far?” Severus asked, practically ignoring the
bickering trio while Remus tried to break them up.
“With his state, I doubt he’ll be
able to go any further,” Dumbledore replied as he walked over to his desk. “Winnie
said that he is not fit to move at all. He has to be bedridden for at least 2
months before he’s allowed to even stand. She’s worried that traumatizing his
female parts before they disappear might make his hermaphrodite anatomy
permanent.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Remus asked worriedly as he finally separated Draco and Ron who were ready to lash out at each other
violently.
“Maybe,” Dumbledore sighed. “But
then again, we can’t take any chances. Harry is after all originally male. The imbalance
of hormones in his body might be a threat to his health. Some magically changed
hermaphrodites are known to live no longer than 30 years of age due to chemical
imbalance.”
“You’re Kiaran
Featherworth, right?” Draco
asked when he realized that Sirius-Kiaran had been
with them ever since he helped with the search of Harry in the hospital. “I’ve
seen you often during Auror missions. What exactly
are you doing at St. Mungo, anyway?”
“Oh, I’ve been a very big fan of
Harry ever since I heard he defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I only came to
visit him to pay my respects and meet him in the flesh. Guess I arrived a tad too
late.” Sirius-Kiaran surprised himself with such
fluent lying. Well, he wasn’t actually lying. Part of the memory he had on the
original Kiaran told him that he really was a big fan
of Harry Potter.
“I can see that,” Ron eyed him
suspiciously before continuing, “So what are you doing here with us anyway? Shouldn’t
you be at the Ministry reporting to anyone in charge to find Harry?”
“I, uh, kinda
figured that since you’re in a mix here, you might as well need all the help
you can get. After all, I am serious
about wanting to meet Harry in the flesh.”
While the others took in whatever
Sirius-Kiaran said, Dumbledore looked at everyone
with a knowing eye. He noticed that of all the people to show up, they were the
first to arrive. He had no doubt that Ronald and Hermione would show up to see
their best friend regardless of where he is or what happens to him, and that Remus, although his grief over Sirius’ death that made him
a recluse was understandable, had an obligation to look out for Harry’s
wellbeing for Sirius, but Draco Malfoy
who wished nothing more than to see his archenemy gone? Severus
Snape who despised him five thousand times worse than
other students and would rather teach dunderheads than the Boy Who Lived? A young Auror who was a total stranger
with no connections whatsoever with Harry? Of all people, why them? Even
the public took their time to come over to St. Mungo
in fear that they were given false hope of their saviour’s
return, so why did they show almost immediately after hearing the news? Suspicions
grew and Dumbledore was determined to get to the bottom of this.
“While we’re all here, answers to my
questions need to be first satisfied,” Dumbledore said as he leaned back on his
chair. “Since you all are the people who at least knew Harry more than anyone
else, perhaps one of you can tell me who do you suspect the father of Harry’s
child might be? After all, I do believe you all showed up to visit Harry isn’t
just to wish him well now, am I right?”
Hermione made her guesses almost
immediately. Severus was looking away with a very slightly flushed face, pretending
to think. Remus muttered “I’m not so sure…” and looked
down, pretending to be very interested at his hand-me-down shoes. Ron nodded at
every guess Hermione made, pretending to agree with her. Draco
had his arms crossed and refused to say anything. Sirius-Kiaran
fingered the broom he was holding, practically at lost of words. Dumbledore suddenly
had this weird twinkle in his eye after seeing all their reactions.
“Your guesses are possible, Ms.
Granger, but I doubt they’re really true. Well, since we’re not sure, I’ve
decided to do a little sleuthing of my own.” So saying, Dumbledore searched
inside his robes and fished out a picture of a baby sleeping in his crib. He had
got it from Winnie who took that picture a few hours after he was born, bathed
and clothed. He took out his wand and waved it around the picture, whispering a
few magic words. An almost transparent image of Harry floated above the
picture, hugging himself and smiling his usual
innocent smile. Everyone felt touched seeing him. That was the exact same smile
he had when he first came to Hogwarts—the smile that was innocent and naïve,
without worries, untainted and untouched by the cruel fate he had endured in
the past. That was the Harry they remembered. That was the Harry they liked.
Then, one by one behind Harry’s
image, five men emerged. First it was the grinning redhead Ron, then the greasy
shoulder-length hair Severus, then the proud and vain
blonde Draco, and then the chocolate-brown hair Remus with his clothes that have seen better days, and
finally the strikingly handsome Sirius. Everyone in the room held their breaths
as they saw their image appear and coming closer towards Harry’s image, ready
to hug him. Guilt swept in and overwhelmed them like a huge tidal wave. Before they
knew it, another bigger image that dominated their images emerged from behind
them and held out a hand. Harry’s image turned around and watch with a small
trace of fear as the bigger image pulled Ron, Severus,
Draco, Remus and Sirius’
image towards him and held them tight in his grasp. The image was no other than
the evil, overpowering tyrant: Lord Voldemort.
“Oh…my…God…” Hermione breathed her
words, her face going as white as a sheet of paper. Ron’s knees wobbled and
almost gave way, his eyes unable to meet his fiancé. Draco
shivered at the sight of the Dark Lord his father had been praising about ever
since he was born. Severus’ face may look
expressionless, but his heart was pounding furiously in fear at the aura of Voldemort that threatened to tear down the walls of
Dumbledore’s office. Sirius-Kiaran was fighting hard
not to lose himself in rage upon seeing his archenemy. Only when Dumbledore
whispered a spell to make the images disappear that the tense atmosphere around
them slowly subsided.
“What is the meaning of this…?” Severus’ words came out barely a whisper.
“Albus, I don’t
understand!” Remus turned to Dumbledore. “Why is
Sirius in the image? I thought he was supposed to be dead. Why…?”
“That you’ll have to ask our Kiaran Featherworth here,”
Dumbledore turned to look at Sirius-Kiaran. “He
seemed to know something.”
Sirius-Kiaran
was taken aback. He didn’t think that he would be found. But then again, it was
Albus Dumbledore he’s dealing with. He closed his
eyes and willed himself out of Kiaran’s body, but he
only allowed half of himself to emerge. He didn’t want to have the feeling of
nausea again while he’s away from the Ministry building. He needed to have the feel
of Kiaran on him to keep him on track.
As expected, everyone was shocked to
see him. Severus looked at him as if he saw Sirius
the Man Who Just Bloody Won’t Die. Both Ron and Hermione burst into a mixture
of sad and happy tears seeing their old friend back, and Draco
was looking at Sirius in silent awe. Remus was
speechless, watching his love reappear in front of him eyes with tears flowing
uncontrollably. His love. How long has it been since
he last saw him disappear into the Veil? To see him here even in his spirit
form was a miracle, a dream come true.
“Sorry I couldn’t find you anytime
sooner, Remy,” Sirius said awkwardly as he slowly returned back to Kiaran’s body, becoming Sirius-Kiaran
once again. “And sorry you had to see me like this and find out about me
cheating on you…”
Remus
silenced him by hugging him tightly. His tears wet his shoulder as he
whispered, “I have wronged you too. I’m sorry…”
“Looks like a happy reunion for lost
lovers and old friends,” Severus muttered as he
watched Ron and Hermione rush over to hug Sirius-Kiaran
and sob all over him as well. He turned to Dumbledore and said, “So, what
exactly is this image showing? Who is the real father then?”
“Sorry to say that the child belongs
fully to Voldemort. It looks like Voldemort
has been using all of your essence to create a child with Harry Potter,”
Dumbledore rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “For what reasons, we’ve yet to know. I
didn’t know Harry had been leading such a colourful
life, and I didn’t know all of you have been indulging into it.”
“An inevitable act of emotion, that’s
all it is,” Draco replied coldly, not wanting to meet
the glares of others. Hermione let go of Sirius-Kiaran’s
arm she was hugging and turned towards the old headmaster.
“Albus, do
you think that maybe Voldemort has taken Harry away? Since
it’s his child, he must’ve known the news of Harry giving birth. Could he have
kidnapped Harry and the baby?”
“Most possibly.
He is, after all, a very ambitious man. He must’ve had a big plan up his
sleeves to be creating a child with his archenemy. If it’s true that Voldemort has taken custody of Harry and his son, we’ve got
our work cut out for us. Voldemort is notorious for
having secret hideouts and secret meetings. Without Harry to tell us where he
could be through his visions, our hands are tied.”
“Maybe not.”
Everyone turned towards Severu
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